Oxygen
Swollen wood
I'm trapped
Where the dead bugs in the light fixture
cast shadows of giants on the walls
I can almost smell eucalyptus
and the fruit she twisted effortlessly between her fingertips
as the bubbles skirted my grasp
There's a firmament behind my lashes
but all my sore fingers can trace is the rosy indent on my
lungs.
I'm trapped
Where the dead bugs in the light fixture
cast shadows of giants on the walls
I can almost smell eucalyptus
and the fruit she twisted effortlessly between her fingertips
as the bubbles skirted my grasp
There's a firmament behind my lashes
but all my sore fingers can trace is the rosy indent on my
lungs.